"Don't be sorry." Sookie stared at him for what felt like hours. It was only a few minutes. "The same language." She whispered softly. "The same." She turned back to her flight console, running her hand over the symbols. "We've all been learning it. Mom and Dad do the best with it. It's easy when you hear it spoken. We were kind of immersed in it, in a sort of shelter." She didn't want to give any more details about that place they'd been trapped in. "I'd never heard it before, not through any door, not when I was in space the first time. As far as I know, this language is unique to this universe."
She turned back to face Tommy with happy tears shining in her eyes. "Tommy, we might be able to reach the rest of you. If there's a chance, even the tiniest one, we have to take it. Gas giant,gas giant." She turned back to her console again, this time pressing a few buttons. The screen in front of them changed from a view of the stars outside - to a map with red dots appearing on it. "There are a lot of them out there." They'd figure it out. They'd have to.